Looking around, Xiao Fang finally noticed how eerily quiet the stadium was. Empty. Silent. He had no idea how long he'd been unconscious, but judging by the dust and the stillness in the air, it had been several days at least.
It was strange—why had they left him here all this time?
But before he could dwell on it, his thoughts shifted to something more pressing: how was he going to explain what he had done when he returned to the sect.
"You don't need to worry about that," Zhen Lixuan said, answering the question before it was spoken. "As far as anyone knows… your fight with Chu Piao never happened. After that girl, Xun Wei, defeated all nine of her opponents, Chu Piao went berserk and killed the Elders of the Flowing Blade sect."
Xiao Fang frowned.
He had noticed it earlier—when the man warned him not to tap into the Curse's power—and again just now. The timing wasn't a coincidence.
"Did you read my mind?" Xiao Fang asked, his tone cautious.
